There is too much noise. Too much. Noise.
So how does one find the music? How does one find the words that mean life? How does one find the colours that distinguish life from death? How does one percieve the different shades within the same colour when there are a million colours jostling for attention?
How do I listen only to the voice that is God, nature, truth? How do I separate reality from my own reaction to it, even accepting that reality is relative? How do I rise above my human frailty?
The key lies in silence. Or contemplation in silence. When the mind is still, clarity emerges, sounds become notes; notes become movements, and tunes and music begins to emerge. When the mind is still, images lead to thoughts which shape words, fragments and sentences and concrete perception of ideas.
So I must go back to seeking silence. And the biggest impediment to this quest is my own voice, because it is my voice (my opinion) that is the biggest noise obstructing my ability to understand truth and reality.
The silence I seek is within.
I’ve been treading these dusty paths a loner
Never thought about the how, the where, the why
It’s been a while since I been standing at the mirror
It’s never easy to look back.
Who was it that set the ball a rolling?
Who was it that stood guard at my head?
Who was the hand that stayed the reaper ?
Whose voice that sent the beast back?
It’s been a while since I been standing at the mirror
It’s never easy to look back.
Wasn’t me that walked those paths alone there
Wasn’t me that made this journey back.
Who was it that set the ball a rolling?
Who was it that stood guard at my head?
Who was the hand that stayed the reaper ?
Whose voice that sent the beast back?
And so I thank you for the people, the angels, and the fairies.
The souls that watched over my head
And all the saviours who brought me back.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.
I put myself in your hands now
Never realized I was always in your care
And I thank you for everything I have been given
It’s more than I had ever dreamt to have
And so I thank you for all the people, the angels, and the fairies.
The souls that watched over my head
And all the saviours who brought me back.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.
And I thank you lord for holding onto me when I lost faith
And loving me when I was fit to hate.
Observing: observing, observing, observing … doing … playing,
playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing … wondering about doing…
Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming … thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking …
Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming …
… still dreaming …
Success
Observing; Doing, doing, doing.
Imagining; Doing, doing, doing.
Dreaming; Doing, doing, doing.
Playing; Doing, doing, doing.
Thinking; Doing, doing, doing.
Planning: …
Cut your hair.
Trim your beard.
Don’t argue.
Wear a shirt.
Iron your shirt.
Polish your shoes.
I am right.
You are wrong.
I make no mistakes.It’s all your fault.
You have to treat me right.
Your opinion is not important.
Trim your nails.
Follow all the rules.
Read what I read.
Listen to music I like.
Listen to people around you.
Listen to society.
Your work is good if society says so.
Your work is good if I say so.
Walk this path.
Sit there.
Watch TV now.
Don’t watch TV now.
Take all phone calls.
Work.
Play.
Get back to work.
Eat.
Get back to work.
Say hello to everyone you meet.
Pay your taxes.
Pay all the surcharges.
Pay all the dues.
Pay them on time.
Do everything on time.
Be there for me.
Be strong.
Be nice to people.
Be nice to people … even if they treat you like &!(^#(!
Be successful.
Be dutiful, doesn’t matter if others don’t follow their duties.
Be social.
Be friendly.
Be good.
Be … anything but yourself.
